Fay Slimm

De-forest-ation.

Silently screaming, down she goes, Clawing the ground her branching toes.Cracking of limbs is heard all around, Breaking her back, she falls to the ground.Axe held high, then terrible blows, Another one down, down she goes.Forests are falling with awful sighs.Roots bare and open now to the skies.No matter the cost trees must fall.Soon there will be no tree at all.Another one down, and down she goes, Crash to the floor, yet nobody knowsWhere it will end, rape of the treesIs bringing nature to it's knees.With deforestation - down she goes.Lunacy governs - and how it shows!